(Mark has red hair and Jack has green same places)

Marks POV-

I walked up to my Pudd'n who was planning an attack on Batman and Robbin .A.K.A. Ian and Anthony. Ian the billionaire and Anthony the guy he hangs out with.

I climbed on the table, in nothing but my red boxers.

"Hi pudd'n!" I said.

"Go away, I'm busy." He said.

"What's wrong Mistah J? Don't you wanna rev up your Markimoo? Vroom Vroom!"

He looked at me and smiled.

He held my hand.

"Marky, Marky." He dragged me to a door.

I squealed in excitement.

"Yes Jokerboy?" I smiled lovingly.

"You know, your really sweet and stuff but- Stop bothering me!" He shouted and kicked me out with the Hyenas.

I landed face first into the dirt outside.

"And don't call me Pudd'n" he mumbled.

-

I got up slowly.

I sighed.

"How did it all come to this?" I asked myself.

"I'm wanted in seven states! I'm being hunted down by B-Man and I'm hopelessly in love with a psychotic clown!" I rambled.

"Who's to blame? The loving Jokerboy? Or the idiot Batman? Batman! Always Batman! He's the one hurting my poor angle!" I shouted.

"How did it start?"

-flashback-

First person-

A man looked at Mark.

"Markson Quinzel? I'm Felix Kjellberg."

"Hi Felix and please call me Mark everyone does." He said.

"I must admit I was surprised you wanted to intern here at Arkham." Said Felix as they walked down the long hall.

Mark looked at a guy who was know as Poison Wade.

The criminal looked away.

"Well, I've always had an attraction for extreme personalities. They're more exciting. More challenging..." Said Mark

Felix gives Mark a wondering look.

Mark shrugs.

"And more high-profile?" Asked Felix.

Mark looked at him.

"I'll warn you right now: These are hard-core psychotics. If you're thinking about cashing in on them... by writing a tell-all book, think
again." Felix said in a stern voice.

Mark heard laughter.

He walked over to where the laughter came from.

The stood Jack, he was casually reclining against the wall in his cell.

He whistled a carefree tune, seemingly at peace with the world.

"They'd eat a novice like you for breakfast." Said Felix once he realised Mark was looking at Jack.

Jack winked at Mark.

Mark reacted with surprise.

-

Mark walked over to his office.

It reads DR. Markson Quinzel.

Mark opened the door and stepped into the darkened office.

He saw a vase with a single rose on the desk.

Marks hand picked up the rose.

He saw a note.

'COME DOWN AND SEE ME SOMETIME - J.'

-

Mark stood outside of the Jacks cell.

"Care to tell me how this got in my office?" Asked Mark.

"I put it there." Replied Jack, smirking.

"I think the guards would be interested to know you got out your cell Jack."

"Please! Call me Jokerboy!" Smiled Jack.

Mark started waking away.

"You know I like you! You seem like someone I could get to know!" Shouted Jokeraboy.

"Oh yeah, how?" Asked Mark slowing down.

"Well, you seem funny and you are a cutie... Not to mention I'd want someone to share me secrets with." Said Jack.

Mark stopped.

"Yeah?" Trailed Mark.

"Come on Markson! Let's talk!"

"Call me Mark, all my friends do."

-

It took three months to set up a session.

And in those three months, Mark had studied his tricks and gimmicks and felt he could take on anything.

"You know," sighed Jack,"my father used to beat me."

Anything but that.

Marks face turned to horror.

"If I did anything wrong, bam!" Jokerboy said making a punching motion. "Or sometimes if just be sitting there doing nothing and the bam!"

Mark gulped.

"The only time I saw pops really laugh was when we went to the circus." Jack laughed, smiling. "I still remember the clowns running around and dropping their pants" he laughed more.

"And you know my old man laughed so hard I thought he would die!"

Mark smiled, lightly.

"So the very next day! I decided is make dad laugh! So I put on his best Sunday pants," continued Jack smiling "I said to him 'hey pop look at me!'" He undid his pants and dropped them as he stood in spotted boxers. "And whoop! Down they went!" He laughed.

Mark couldn't help laughing as tears ran down his face.

Jack looked down saddened "and then he broke my nose."

Mark gasped.

"But hey! That's the downside of comedy! Some people can't take the joke."

-

One week later-

Marks POV-

"So through all my research and working I found out that Jack, is just a tortured soul looking for helping, all because of Batman! And as unprofessional as it sounds, I have fallen in love with my patient." Said Mark.

"Must sound crazy huh?" Asked Mark

"No! Not at all!"

Mark and Jack switched places so Jack was listening to him.

"It's only natural! You was so busy with work and you couldn't have any fun! So it's only natural that you fell in love with someone with comedy." Said Jack

-

Nobody's POV-

One week later and Jack had escaped from Arkham.

He was on the run and Mark had been worried about him.

So when Batman dragged a battered up Jokerboy in, Mark ran up to him in tears.

They dragged Jack always as they held Mark.

"Nooooo!!!" Screamed Mark as he reached out.

-

That night Mark had gone to a costume store and bought a tight female clown like suit and bought a bunch of other stuff.

He crept into Arkham and exploded Jacks cell.

Jack coughed "Mark?"

There stood Mark with the suit on, white face paint, the mask and two clubs on his cheeks.

"Say hello to your new and improved Mark Quinn!"

They drove out of there with Jokerboy laughing the whole way.

-present-

"Ugh! Hey! I know!" Said Mark smirking.

-

Batman and Robbin (Ian and Anthony) Was sat in the mayors office.

The T.V. Turned on.

"Hello? Batman? It finally happened, Jokerboy's lost his mind! He's gonna explode the whole city, I've seen the plans! Honest!" Mark took off the mask. "I've finally realised that this isn't a game anymore and if you promise me protection, I'll help you."

-

Ian, Batman, show'd up alone.

"Here are the blue prints" said Mark coming out of his hiding spot.

"I'll need to show Robbin this so I can-"

Bam-

-

Batman woke up upside down over a fish tank full of piranhas and water.

"Hey B-Man! How are ya? Yeah ok so I tricked ya. Now I can finally finish you off and me and my Pudd'n can live a happy life!" Smiled Mark.

"Jokerboy? He cares for nothing but himself." Laughed Ian.

"Oh god! The first time you laugh! And it's creepy!"

"Do you think Jokerboy will actually believe you killed me? All that this will leave is cloth and bones... Anyone can fake that."

Mark looked at him and smirked.

"Yeah well my pudd'n will believe me! He told me things! Secrets!"

"Like the one with the abusive dad? Or the runaway mother? What was it 'the first time I saw dad laugh was at the ice rink?"

"Circus, he said it was the circus. No! I will call him right now and tell him!"

-

*ring ring*

Jokerboy was looking through plans.

He looked at his ringing phone.

"What?!... Mark? Where've you been?... Yes... Batman?... You got who tied up where?!"

-

"He's so excited he can hardly speak!" Said Mark.

"Mark!"

"Hi pudd'n!" Smiled Mark running up to Jack for a hug.

Bam!

Batman looked away as Mark was hit.

"If you excuse for just a moment." Said Jack.

He turned to Mark.

"What's wrong Mistah J? Didn't you want this?" Asked Mark

"Only if I do it idiot!" Scolded Jack.

"Buts it's still your plan see? Only thing is I hung the guy upside down so the fish look like they are smiling." Explained Mark.

Jack grabbed the pan and ripped it up.

"Except you had to explain it to me! You've forgotten the one rule about jokes!" He said.

He back Mark near a window with was covered up in wood.

"You always revive hits from people!" Jack kicked Mark out the window.

Mark saw things in slow motion.

Jack looked down and saw him crash into the floor.

"And don't call me pudd'n." He mumbled.

He let Batman down

"I'm sorry about this! Maybe another time." Said Jack.

Ian kicked him.

"He had me near death, blood flowing to my head. I knew you wanted to kill me." Said Ian. "And you've lost Mark, he's probably dead."

Jack slowly got up and at hearing Mark being dead his eyes shot open.

"No! He- he can handle the fall... Right?" Asked a panicked Jack.

Ian shrugged. "I'll let you go this ones to solve things with Mark."

-

Mark was wheeled in Arkham.

'No, more clowns, no more obsession, no more crime, no more Jokerboy. '

Mark was placed in a bed in his cell.

'I've finally seen him for what he truly is! A low, two timing, jerk face, idiotic-'

Mark looked and saw a red rose with a note that said.

'GET WELL SOON ♥ - J'

He sighed dreamily.

"Angle"